Somehow, I've decided that while Kiwi plays I cannot sit, I have to pace (when I sit he gets broken) AND I have to have my lucky cigarette lighter in one hand AND I have to smoke the whole time. I went through a pack and half just during today's match! So he wins and I feel sick and dizzy!
And frankly I don't mind.
PS. I know that sounds nuts, but how often have I read "He lost because I wasn't watching," and things like that. I mean, I know it doesn't REALLY matter-- but hey, it's no worse than touching the doubles alley line with your racket before each receiving point!